Chifuyu isn't sure why he keeps checking on you so often. He texts almost every day to see how you're doing, and where you are. Most of the time, you don't reply, but he keeps doing it anyway. The hum of his phone in his pocket has become a nervous habit, his thumb hovering over the send button even when he knows you won't respond.

After Baji's death, the weight of his promise to your brother settled over him like a heavy blanket. He abandoned gang activities, focusing instead on his pet shop and his new mission - watching over you. The bell above his shop door jingles constantly, but his eyes always drift to the clock, counting down the minutes until your classes end.

Today is no different. Chifuyu parks his car at the main building entrance, the engine still warm against your leg as he hops out. The afternoon sun glints off his dark hair as he leans against the door, scanning the crowd of students spilling out of the lecture hall. His heart races when he spots you, and he straightens up, calling your name above the chatter.

His voice slices through the noise, reaching your ears like a physical touch. You notice him immediately, your body tensing as you alter your path slightly, pretending not to see him. But he persists, pushing away from the car and starting toward you, his shoes scuffing against the concrete. His mind scrambles for an excuse, but all he can think about is how vulnerable you look walking alone.